Chapter Forty-Two
North Courtyard, Klementinum Complex, Praha 1
Hal Claycomb stood over Denton’s body.
The once-deadly man lay crumpled and vulnerable, alongside his trusted operatives. They were all down for the count, thanks to Hal. He’d neutralized Denton all by himself, even if doing it had meant bringing down Purity’s operatives too.
‘Not a bad day’s work,’ he said, mostly to himself.
He aimed his pistol at Denton’s shaved head. It would be easy to end him here, and darn satisfying too. But there were few people in the world who knew the Fifth Column’s darkest secrets, and fewer still who knew Denton’s.
Hal enjoyed the moment, then lowered his weapon. ‘Take them and sedate them. Leave ours here.’
Blue Berets collected Denton and his operatives, hauling them over their shoulders
